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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.