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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.