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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.