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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.