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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the grime 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
JFA,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.