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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Television,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.