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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.