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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.