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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.