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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Pylon,
CMW,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.