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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.