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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.