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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Rakim,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.