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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.