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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.