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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
John Holt,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.