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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.