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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.