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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.