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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.