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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Television,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.