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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's 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.