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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.