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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.