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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Doors,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.