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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.