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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.