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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.