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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.