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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.