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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.