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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.