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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.