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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.