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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.