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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.