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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.