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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.