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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.