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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.