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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 ABC to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
UT,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.