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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.