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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.