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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Brick,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Faust,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.