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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.