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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.