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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.