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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
UT,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.