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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.