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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.