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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Yaz,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.