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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.