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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.