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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.