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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.