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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.