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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback 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?
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.