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 East Timor and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.