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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
UT,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.