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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.