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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.