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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.