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 Cape Verde 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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Television,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.