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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.