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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Magma,
the Normal,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.