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 Serbia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.