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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.