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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Franke,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.