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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Names,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.