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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Lyres,
JFA,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.