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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Crime,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.