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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.