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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.