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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.