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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Fuzztones 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.