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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Nas,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.