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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.