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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.