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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.