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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.