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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.