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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.