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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.