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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Nico,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.