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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.