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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.