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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
John Cale,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.