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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.