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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The New Christs to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.