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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.