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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.