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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Monks 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.