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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Television,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.