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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.