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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Swans,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.