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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.