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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Crime,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.