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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.