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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.