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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.