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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.