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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.