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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.