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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.