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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.