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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.