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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.