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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.