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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.