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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Peter & Gordon 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.