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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.