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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.