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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
New Order,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.