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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.