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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.