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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.