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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.