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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.