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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.