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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.