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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.