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 Chad and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.