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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
X-102,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.