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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.