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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.