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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.