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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.