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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.