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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.