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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
X-102,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.