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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.