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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.