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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Quantec,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.