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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.