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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.