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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.