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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.