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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.