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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.