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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.