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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.