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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Wings,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.