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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.