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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.