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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
the Human League,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.