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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.