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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
UT,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.