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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.