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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.