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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.