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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.