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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.