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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.