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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.