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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.