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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.