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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.