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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.