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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.