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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Flipper to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.