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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
The Evens,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.