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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.