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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.