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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.