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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Stooges to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.