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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.