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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.