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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 DNA to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.