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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.