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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.