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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Standells,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.