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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.