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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Japan,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.