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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Magma,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.