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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.