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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.