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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.