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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.