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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.