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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks 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?
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.