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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 JFA to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.