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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.