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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.