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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.