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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.