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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.