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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.