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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.