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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.