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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.