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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.