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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.