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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Scion,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.