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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Shoche,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
June Days,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Visage,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.