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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.