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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.