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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.