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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.