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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.