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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.