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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.