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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Intrusion,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.