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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.