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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.