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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.