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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
X-101,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.