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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the jazz 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.