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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.