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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.