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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wings to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.