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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.