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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.