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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.