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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.