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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.