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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.