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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.