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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.