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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.