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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.