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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.