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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.