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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.