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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Symarip,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.