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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
UT,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.