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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.