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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.