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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.