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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.