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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.