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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.