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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.