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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.