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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.