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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.