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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.