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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
ABC,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.