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 Singapore 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.