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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.