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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.