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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.