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 El Salvador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
CMW,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.