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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.