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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.