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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.