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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.