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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.