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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.