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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.