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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes 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?
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.