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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.