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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.