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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.