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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.