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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.