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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.