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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.