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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.