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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 John Cale to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.