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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Liliput,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.