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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.