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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.