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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.