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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.