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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.