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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.