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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.