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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.