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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
UT,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.