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 India 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.