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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.