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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.