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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.