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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.