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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.