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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.