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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.