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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.