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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.