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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.