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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Swans,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.