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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Television to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.