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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.