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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.