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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.