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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
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.