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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.