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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.