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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.