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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 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 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.