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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.