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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.