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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.