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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.