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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Little Man,
Slave,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.