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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.