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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.