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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.