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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.