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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.