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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.