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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Residents,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.