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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.