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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.