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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 oboe 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.