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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Smog,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.