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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.