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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.