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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.