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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.