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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
cv313,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.