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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.