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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.