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 Germany and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.