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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 June of 44 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.