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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
X-101,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.