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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.