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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.