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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.