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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Can,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.