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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Franke,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.