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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.