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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Minnie Riperton 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.