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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.