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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.