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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Slave,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.