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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.