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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
UT,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.