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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.