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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
The Index,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.