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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
The Remains,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.