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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.