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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.