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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Motorama,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.