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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.