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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Slave,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.