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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.