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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Mars,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
JFA,
AZ,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.