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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.