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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Nas,
the Normal,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.