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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
ABC,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.