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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.