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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.