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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.