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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.