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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.