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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.