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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.