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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.