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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.