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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s 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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.