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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.