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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.