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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.