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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
X-102,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.