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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.