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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Can,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.