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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
10cc,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.