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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.