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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.