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 Albania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.