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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.