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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.