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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.