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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
June Days,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.