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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.