Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.