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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.