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 Congo and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.