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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Television,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.