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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.