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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.