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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.