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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.