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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
The Cure,
JFA,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.