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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.