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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.