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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.