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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.