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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.