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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Can,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.