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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.