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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.