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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.