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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.