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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.