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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.