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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.