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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.