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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.