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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.