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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.