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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.