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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.