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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.