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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.