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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.