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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.