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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Organ,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.