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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.