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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.