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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.