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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.