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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.