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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.