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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.