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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.