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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.