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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Index,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.