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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.