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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.