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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.