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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Ossler,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.