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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.