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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.