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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Can,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.