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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.