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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.