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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.