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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.