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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Magma,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.