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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.