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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.