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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.