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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Names,
Swans,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.