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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.