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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.