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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.