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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Index,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.