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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.