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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.