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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.