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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.