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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.