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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.