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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.