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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.