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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
MC5,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.