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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.