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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.