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 Dominica 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.