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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.