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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe 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.