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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.