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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.