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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.