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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.