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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.