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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.