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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.