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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.