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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.