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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Organ,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.