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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.