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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.