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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.