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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.