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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Roxette,
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.