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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.