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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.