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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.