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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.