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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Q65,
10cc,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Monks,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.