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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.