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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Echospace,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.