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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.