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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Monks,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.