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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Crime,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Television,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.