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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Index,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.