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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.