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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Gong,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.