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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.