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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Smog,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Swans,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.