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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.