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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.