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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.