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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.