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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.