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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.