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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Mars,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.