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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.