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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.