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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
X-102,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.