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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
CMW,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.