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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.