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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.