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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.