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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.