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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.