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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.