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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.