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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Flipper,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.