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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.