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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.