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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.