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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Ludus to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Hoover,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.