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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.