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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
the Association,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.