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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.