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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.