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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Move to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.