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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.