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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Deakin,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Franke,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.