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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.