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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
UT,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.