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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.