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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Nas,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.