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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.