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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.