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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.