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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.