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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.